Both. There's for your courtesie. [Ex. Jaq. and Gent.
Sulp. Good pay still, good round pay, this happy fellow
Will set me up again; he brings in gold
Faster than I have leisure to receive it.
O that his body were not flesh and fading;
But I'le so pap him up—nothing too dear for him;
What a sweet scent he has?—Now what news Jaques?
Jaq. He cannot last, I pity the poor man,
I suffer for him; two Coaches of young City dames,
And they drive as the Devil were in the wheels,
Are ready now to enter: and behind these
An old dead-palsied Lady in a Litter,
And she makes all the haste she can: the man's lost,
You may gather up his dry bones to make Nine-pins,
But for his flesh.
Sulp. These are but easie labours Yet, for I know he must have rest.
Ja. He must—you'll beat him off his legs else presently.
Sul. Go in, and bid him please himself, I am pleas'd too:
To morrow's a new day; but if he can
I would have him take pity o' the old Lady.
Alas 'tis charity.
Jaq. I'le tell him all this, And if he be not too fool-hardy.
Enter Zabulon.
Sulp. How now? What news with you?
Zab. You must presently Shew all the art you have, and for my Lady.